Took baby girl to a Dr.’s appointment today. Usually Mom takes her, but my new role and flexible schedule allows me the opportunity to take her.
Trying to get through a push open door with baby in one arm (because she wasn’t having any part of the seat), and pushing a stroller.. it was a site. I always have held the door for ladies pushing strollers, but man how awkward do you look trying to get this monstrosity through the door and make sure you don’t drop the baby at the same time. It was comical to say the least.
So we get in there and the check-up was good, however she needed to get some blood work done. That was the worst part. I have heard my baby girl cry, but to sit there and know that she is needing to endure the pain for a reason was super hard. She had the biggest crocodile tears coming down while the needle was still in her arm. Not a great time at all.
I know that was one of those foreshadowing moments of whats to come as she gets older, but it is not easy. Watching your baby endure a pain like that (especially because she cannot understand what is going on or even be given a head’s up) and knowing that she has to to make her better is not easy. I know there will come a day where I will be able to explain to her what is going on, but she is going to still have to go through the pain. I can only imagine a small tiny peek into what God must have felt watching his son endure the cross.
Not fun but necessary.
The best part after was the snuggles. Her complete surrender into my protective chest and embrace was amazing. I got that hero dad moment. I love those! Being able to scoop her up and tell her everything is going to be alright -what a feeling.
Having my daughter in my life is opening my eyes to see the things I have believed for the longest time actually resonating within my heart and soul. I have an even deeper understanding and appreciation for my God and my role as his follower.
Thank you God for children!